A moment of the science of love. Cheerful dolphins, uv. Friends are quite big individualists. They are not used to being affectionate to each other. Usually, affectionate touches are only recorded between a mother and her unborn baby. But in the cold fjords of New Zealand's harsh South Island, a population of bottlenose dolphins has been discovered that are just like the hippie commune. Endless love, endless caresses of each other, we are one family, the art of gentle touches. what's the matter But the fact is that there are few fish in the fjords and to get them, the whole herd must work together like hell, and at a high level of coordination. Anyone who gets lazy or loses their license will be kicked out stupidly, which means certain death. That's why everyone plows and everyone loves each other. And you know what, uv. Friends? Even in the world of people, I've never seen more angry, outrageous, and hostile teams than some budget/grant offices, where it's plowing, it's flapping its fins, this boss is nurturing and she's not supposed to work, and that one has dirt on the bosses. Anyone who wants sincere love from colleagues or allies must choose a team where, for the sake of parasitism and the fight for justice, they will immediately shoot and excommunicate - and with "negative profitability" you will live as long as you accumulated during the last fattening. Dolphins, funny coaches, will not advise you on nonsense.